Welch Ave Barber Shop Novels & Stories

"I think I needed some time to set things straight with me and get used to the fact that she was remarrying." He only nodded. We didn't say anthing to each other again until after we arrived at the newly opened bar. The car halted and I stepped out. Wells locked the car and led me into the building. It was such a huge building painted in pure white and dark blue colour. A golden plated "Wells bar & Lounge" was glued up on the wall. Wait, he was the owner of this place? I looked around and found different cars parked. They were up to twenty or thirty. Wow. "It's a new bar and it has become so popular."

He'd been cutting it himself for the last two years, just trimming it in the mirror with a pair of cheap scissors whenever it got too annoying. It looked exactly like what it was. A DIY job. He pulled out his phone and checked the time. 12:47. He had over 5 hours before dinner. He still had plenty of time before it was time. He opened his phone and searched for, ‘high-end barber near me.’ A dozen results popped up. He scrolled through them, looking at the ratings and prices. One caught his eye. Apex Grooming Lounge. Five stars. Located downtown. The reviews mentioned things like “best fade in the city" and "worth every penny."

Hughes chuckled and said, "You must deliver some pretty intricate haircuts." Carey shook his head, "Actually, I'm pretty old-school. The typical haircut at my shop has the customer in and out of the chair within fifteen to twenty minutes. I don't do shampoos or any of those elaborate styles because I typically have too many other customers waiting for a simple haircut. Beard trimming and razor shaves around the ears and neck are about the only options that I offer customers." Hughes stroked his chin in a melodramatic questioning gesture that had Aphrodite rolling her eyes. He asked, "Then what would motivate a customer such as Mr. Justice to hang around your barber shop for hours?"

You have a hang bar on the ceiling so your bartenders can dance around like Coyote Ugly, yet spend millions of dollars for your high-end wedding services. "I'm versatile," I joked. "This bar is known for its weddings," he teased. "Fair," I reasoned. "Alright. Please send those; I gotta get home." "See you tomorrow, Boss. By the way, Happy Birthday," he replied. I gave a slight nod before exiting my bar. "Wow," I hushed to myself.